I don't really know what to post, other then the fact that I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
Yesterday the trains got cut and I found myself in a movie moment. There was an electrical failure on the one train and I couldn't get to work. Out of the blue, a hot boy offers to share a cab with me. We stand out on the street corner, making sure that old ladies and the elderly don't have first dibs on the cab we want. After all, we're both running late for work and no one can stop up. We settle on an uptown strategy, that is waving an uptown cab to go downtown. Yet in a pinch we succeeded.
Then we proceeded to be stuck in traffic because all of New York comes to a grinding halt when the train doesn't work and we of course got trapped behind a bus brimming with strap hangers.
We start talking and of course, since he's a cute boy, he works in theater. We hit it off, he's in a relationship, all the cute ones are. Except for me. I seem to stay single for very long times. I wonder if we'll keep in touch.
Okay, I'm off to a party, man, I feel like I've been bar hoping for two weeks straight. It's sort of nuts. New York is a town of parties, because everyone goes for the shear chance of meeting the right person, to produce their work or achieve whatever goal they have in mine.
It's funny, I meet a caterer that does really good work at a networking event, now I'm about to hire them to do our summer office party.
You know what the old folks say, no? The good things come when they are the least expected, but when they DO finally come through, they'll save your life.
Kiks-Wisdom I call it ;)
Posted by: Kiks | July 20, 2006 at 12:40 PM